Here, where I woke, is this home?

Or is it at the end of this journey?

Do I pine for return or deliverance?

O Lord! Let the sunrise warm my face, let the path be the path.

(Letter #3,916)

My own soul, as invisible as you, Lord.

Walk out my door — resplendent sky, glimmering dew, soothing mist. Am I looking at you?

What, then, can be seen of my own spirit?

(Letter #3,915)

Lighter steps.

Lighter troubles.

Lighter heart.

Lighter skies.

Buoy me, Lord.

(Letter #3,914)

Walking with you, even through wasteland, I am at peace.

Why do I forget how near you are, even in maelstrom?

How can I show my fellows that they are nearer rescue than they fear? Such deep, churning waters — yet how close the pier!

Let me better share your grace, Lord.

(Letter #3,913)

So many moments in the day. How many choices do I make? Of which am I unaware?

Has the die been cast without my knowing?

Lord, grant me awareness of each moment, each choice, each drop of grace.

(Letter #3,912)

I cry out that I may be shown the path; I am already on it. You guide my feet whether I see the way or not.

I feel you are so far; it is I who left. Awaken me to the grace and guidance I already have.

I believe, Lord, help me in my unbelief.

(Letter #3,911)

I am not yet who I am to be.

You created me in secret, knit me together from parts, from nothing, and here I now am on the earth. Yet with more road to travel, more to become.

Let me never stop, Lord.

(Letter #3,910)

O my powerful friend!

Seated with me, content not to move as we watch the sun rise. The day will creep in.

The strength of peace grounds us. Bestow grace upon me, grant me some of your peace.

O peaceful friend!

Letter #3,908

This road unwinds and unwinds. Will I ever reach its end?

And if I do, then what?

I will keep walking.

Lord, let me live close to you, closer to you, ever and increasingly closer.

(Letter #3,951)

What do I have to offer?

To the world, to my neighbor, I can give aid.

To you, Lord? What can I bring you?

Let me bring devotion, an abandoned will.

Let this be enough.

(Letter #3,950)